By David C. Daoust Mayday moved quickly, rushing through the crumbling structures that surrounded him. Bombs could be heard, exploding around him, shaking the very ground, kicking up dust and gravel from the previously mentioned crumbling structures. His heavily armored…

By David C. Daoust Skipping out on Hugo Lions was one of the hardest things Mayday had ever done. Not just figuratively worrisome or bothersome; It was literally hard— trying to leave behind his form was no easy task. He…

By David C. Daoust Long drawn out squeals of stringed instruments sounded out over the low toned bass notes and sudden blaring horns, all kept in time with the steady beat of innumerous drums– music filled the air behind the…